This chapter was a lot of fun to write, even with introducing a few new characters. Not much for me to say here, but I want to warn viewers about swearing within this chapter. This story was given an M rating for a reason, but I felt that it didn't make much sense to have it needlessly. I also like the idea of the main cast not swearing up a storm every five minutes.
Anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 10: A Different View
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June 9th (Same day)
Sunday
Cloudy
The sound of the engine keep Bumblebee alive as Yang drove them down the road that led to the city. It was just them on the road, and Azura was enjoying every second of it. The wind blew through his hair as Yang sped down the road, and he found that he had missed the feeling of being on a motorcycle since starting his tutelage at Beacon.
Vale could be seen in the distance, slowly growing closer as they raced down the road. Azura didn't think they would crash, but the thought made him glad for aura. Technically, they should be wearing some safety equipment, but again, aura would cover them well enough.
A few minutes later, Yang slowed up as they reached the outer, more suburban, parts of Vale. Other vehicles were finally seen as they had to follow the rules of the road now, and Azura had to admit to missing the wind. A red light stopped them as Yang leaned the bike to the side and rested a leg on the road.
"Where are we going?" Azura asked, leaning up to do so.
Yang continued watching the light as she answered. "Currently finding a good place to park Bumblebee. We have one stop before I show you a new place, seeing as it's only six. They're officially open later in the night."
The light turned green, forcing Azura to return to his position. The only kind of place that came to mind with what Yang said would be a nightclub of some sort. Azura knew that Yang was adventurous, but he didn't think she was involved in the night life. It piqued his curiosity for what this night held.
He just let her drive for the rest of the time, deciding to take in the sights. The only other time he saw the city at night was looking outside the Adel boutique, which just reminded him of the fact that he was kind of boring during his first time in the city. The lights were starting to be lit up as the sky started to darken slightly.
Yang found a parking garage shortly after his observation, paying the lien that was required to legally park there. Once they found a spot to park Bumblebee, Yang quickly turned the bike off, putting the metal stand up to prop it up before getting off of it. Azura followed after her, stretching as he put his feet back on the ground.
"You looked like you enjoyed yourself, Azura." Yang said, a hand on her hip.
"You can say that again. The feeling of the wind running through my hair always made me feel good."
Yang rolled her eyes. "You're no fun. Well, you ready to get walking?"
"Of course, where are we going?"
"A place called 'Wild Breath'. It's a coffee shop, and where we can hang out until I show you 'The Club'."
Azura followed after Yang as they walked through the city silently for twenty or so minutes, making their way to their destination. It was in a brightly lit district, with quite a few people walking around. They entered the shop, greeted by a dark brown looking interior, a few customers sitting around.
The place was quiet, a piano being heard through the speakers that could be seen. Two servers were seen moving around. He felt Yang grab his arm and drag him to a side table with two chairs.
"We seat ourselves, Snow. You were just standing there like a lost duckling." Yang said.
"Oh, sorry. I was taking my surroundings in." Azura replied, getting comfortable in the chair.
Yang shook her head. "You do that a lot, you know that?"
"Do what?" Azura asked, confused.
"Scouring your eyes all over the place when in a new place. You do it with people as well."
Azura shrugged. "Yeah, it's a habit. Got it from my mother."
"Makes sense. My dad actually made me enjoy cooking, and Ruby never seemed interested. Still, you speak about your mother a lot when you're asked about your habits. You a momma's boy or something?"
Azura laughed. "I guess so. She was the only blood family I knew, and she taught me a lot of what I knew."
"Really? She must have been a badass." Yang said.
He had to admit, it was nice to not hear an apology for his mother's death. "She was scary when she wanted to be."
A server approached them, asking them what they wanted to order. Yang ordered a black coffee, and Azura got a coffee with milk and sugar. Shortly after the waiter left, Azura defended himself.
"I don't want to hear you say anything. I don't drink a lot of coffee in the first place."
Yang smirked devilishly. "I haven't even said anything."
"It's you. You'll eventually say something."
Yang scoffed. "You've been spending too much time around Ruby. She's been wrapping you around her finger."
Azura laughed. "You jealous?"
Yang rolled her eyes, a playful smile on her face. "Doubt it, she can have you."
"Aww, I can't be friends with both of you?"
Yang facepalmed. "This conversation is going nowhere. And I usually excel in talking with people."
"Then let's start over." Azura said, his tone full of sarcasm.
The waiter came back over and served them their drinks, telling them to enjoy before quickly walking off.
"Well, there's your chance. What do you want to talk about?" Azura asked, letting her take over the conversation again.
"Alright. So, what do you expect to come out of this night?"
Azura raised an eyebrow. "An easy one? Probably some crazy adventure where we have to run away towards Beacon to be safe. Preferably without the running away part."
Yang hummed and sipped at the coffee. "You got me there. And no, nothing that crazy, but that does sound fun. Maybe I can drag you along for that."
Azura groaned. "Please no. You did mention a place called 'The Club'. I assume that's a nightclub?"
"Yep. They probably expect me there anyway." Yang said offhandedly.
"Wait, what?" Azura said, almost choking on his coffee.
"I'm a bit of a regular. The owner of the place is a good place for...some rare information. I needed his services to find something out."
Sensing her air of caution around the topic, he moved on. "Right. I recall you saying that this would be a kind of dry run for Blake? Is she acting odd?"
"You already know that Answer, Azura. Don't play dumb with me." Yang replied, her lilac colored eyes narrowing at him.
"Sorry. Why is this a dry run?" Azura asked instead.
"Look, no questions. Just know that while Ruby wants this for you, I want this for Blake. It could be different, but you know that we don't hang out that much."
Azura stayed quiet after that, simply drinking his coffee and listening to the music. It was a quiet place, most likely the opposite of where they would end up going. If he were being honest, he was reminded of Blake by being in this place. Then again, he knew very little about Blake. She had problems with trusting people, yet she trusted him with very private information about her. She was quiet, loud enough only for when she did speak. Paranoid of Weiss, yet stays around her team.
He knew very little of her, but he could say that she was a hypocrite. She wanted to be close with her team, to not have to be on her guard. But, something held her back. Some sort of barrier that only she can see. Did it have to do with what she said to him? He reminded her of someone, or maybe a part of someone who no longer existed? He doubted she would ever answer his questions. She was secretive like that.
"Hey, Yang."
Yang looked back at him from where she was looking. "Hm?"
"You doing good?" Azura asked, leaning forward.
Yang sighed. "Honestly. I was asked to make you relax and have fun, and you go and kill the mood."
Azura chuckled. "Sorry. Quiet places like this make me think."
Yang laughed with him. "Yeah, yeah. Put the blame on me. Yeah, I'm fine. Ruby is just being a mother hen about you and Blake, and I take care of her." She shrugged. "Consider this a night for you and I."
"Yeah, sounds good. To endless fun and relaxation?" Azura said, raising the mug of coffee halfway towards her.
"Not to mention grand adventures." Yang replied, moving to meet his mug with her own.
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"Come on Snow, we aren't far from The Club."
She wasn't wrong. He could see the entrance to the place she wanted to show him. But did it have to be in such a shady area?
Sure, they could easily stop any fight that someone might have wanted to start, it didn't stop Azura from being wary of the long shadows at eight thirty at night. He wondered just what kind of place he would find here. He had never been in a nightclub, but he expected loud music and bright lights.
They walked up to the door, and the large and burly man standing there seemed to hesitate as he looked at Yang. He quickly shuffled to the side, letting her pass, before stepping in front of Azura.
"And who do you think you are?" He said, his voice deep and resonating.
"He's with me, Mitch. I suggest you step off." Yang said, a threat lining her voice.
"O-of course!" He sputtered, looking terrified.
Azura didn't want to know what Yang did here to terrify such a man. Surely just being a huntsman-in-training didn't cause that. Did she do something here beyond information gathering?
He didn't have much time to ponder it as the main floor opened up from the hallway, loud music assaulting his ears. The harsh flashing of lights didn't do anything to help with that.
"You get used to it." Yang said, probably seeing his reaction.
She moved off, and Azura moved with haste to follow after her. She was moving off towards the bar, where a man stood, with a dark beard and black hair. As they got closer, Azura could make out the bartenders' dark eyes widening at the sight of them.
Azura felt like Yang wasn't exactly welcome here. And it was confirmed a second later when the man stood stock still and spoke.
"Why are you here? And this time you came with company."
Yang scoffed. "Now now, that's no way to talk to me, Junior. You should really learn respect."
Junior froze. "Of course. Where are my manners? Anyways, who's your friend?"
"Azura. That's all you'll get from me." Yang said in return.
"Right. Well, you still haven't told me why you're here."
Yang laughed. "Damn, you have some confidence now, don't you? I'm here to relax this time, and dragged him along. Nothing scary, I promise."
Junior looked relieved. "Good. Some crazy stuff is happening already, so I'd like for you to stay low, you hear?"
Yang waved it off and took a seat at the bar. "Yeah, I hear you. Grab me a drink, you know what I like."
The man sighed. "Course I do."
He quickly crafted together a orange and red looking drink, some kind of fruit cocktail, Azura guessed. He didn't realize just what kind of adventure Yang meant until now.
"What'll be your drink of choice?" Junior asked as he turned to Azura, leaning on the bar between them.
"Uh, water?" Azura said.
Yang laughed as Junior blinked a few times before turning to get it. "Was it something I said?"
"Melanie, isn't he a strange one?" A light voice said.
"He certainly has the innocence, Militia. He doesn't seem to know what to do here. Perhaps we can have some fun for once." Another voice, Melanie, sounded.
"He's just new. We all start somewhere." The girl named Militia said.
"You're no fun." She replied.
He turned around, looking to match the voices and names that were speaking. He found himself in front of two girls, both that looked rather similar. They had similar black colored hair and sharp green eyes, pale white skin, and body builds. The combat dresses they wore were similar in shape, but not in color and design, and everything else was completely different, like they strived to be two parts of one person.
One of them had a blood red combat dress that ended with a black fabric that had a was threaded like a spider. A dark red bow was wrapped around her waist, and her gloves and heeled boots followed the color code and decor of her dress. The gloves looked metallic, and he assumed that was her weapon in a disguised form. She had a white and silver necklace with a pendant on her exposed upper chest and neck, and her red eyeliner sharpened her already sharp eyes, while neck-length hair framed her face.
The other had a very similar dress, but was colored in light blue and white. She had two silver chains on her dress, around her waist line, that was connected by a blue gem. She had blue fur covering her neck and exposed skin, and blue eyeliner on, softening her overly sharp eyes. Her gloves were also armored, but he could see the semi-concealed blades on her boots.
What was with scary girls and combat dresses? And why were they always good with fashion? He felt an urge to thank Ruby for just being socially awkward, and not scary on any level.
"He can't seem to look away, Militia. What shall we do?" The white clothed one, clearly Melanie, asked, a playful tone in her voice.
The red one, Militia, slightly smirked. "Perhaps he's interested? Must be nice to see someone else who isn't that brute of a blonde. We have grace."
They approached him, and he backed away until he fell back onto the chair, next to where Junior placed his water. Yang was next to him, tapping her fingers on the bar.
"Who are you calling a brute?" She said, annoyance in her voice.
"You know who, you bimbo." Melanie said with a scoff, as if addressing Yang was beneath her.
Yang made to stand up, but was grabbed by Azura.
"You aren't here for violence, remember? I'm sure that she was joking." He said.
He tried to ignore the snort of laughter he heard. Clearly, they felt differently.
Yang sighed and sat down. "Whatever. I kicked their asses last time, I can do it again."
He saw them stiffen in anger, with Melanie tapping her boots together. He hoped it was a habit, and had nothing to do with the blades he noticed. Several men in black and orange suits seemed to appear from the walls, and Junior was standing still, glass and wet rag in hand.
"Again?" Azura asked.
"Long story kid, one I bet she wouldn't care to talk about." Junior said, motioning for Militia and Melanie to leave with a wave of his hand. "But...she does want something. She always does."
It was like the entire mood had changed within a second. The two twins, as he assumed they might be, were no longer preparing for a fight, and the men in suits were gone. Just as it looked like he could relax, Azura felt hands grab his arms and tug him up. He went up with ease, surprised enough to not resist it, glass of water forgotten.
"Then, we'll be taking her friend for now. You want him anywhere in particular?" Militia asked, looking at Junior.
He shrugged. "The kid doesn't look like he would last five minutes on the floor, just bring him to the second floor. And keep him away from them, got it?"
The emphasis on whoever he wasn't supposed to see did not get missed by Azura. He looked back, and Yang had the decency to look apologetic. She had tricked him! It seemed that he was just a way to keep some form of peace.
He would say it hurt, but Yang clearly needed whatever info she was looking for. It was smart. But, he wished she would have told him that before this happened.
This entire night suddenly made sense to him. The reason for the coffee shop being their first destination seemed less odd compared to this club. She held her promise to Ruby to help him relax and was now getting what she wanted.
"You can let me go now. I'm a hostage, I get it." Azura said.
The twins listened to him, with Militia now in front of him and Melanie walking behind him.
Militia laughed at his comment. "You are correct in being a hostage, but that blonde brute is on thin ice."
Melanie scoffed. "Yeah, I can't believe Junior decided to listen to that bitch."
"Hey! Yang is my friend, no need to be vulgar." Azura said, trying to defend Yang.
"Damn, aren't you a nice guy. Honestly, we probably know her better than you do." Militia said.
"We barely know you, and we like you better than her by a lot. Besides, that bimbo is the one who wrecked our club last time." Melanie commented.
"Wrecked the club?' Azura asked, surprised.
By this point they were sitting in a booth next to the stairs. Azura was kind of trapped in the middle, with the two girls on either side of him, keeping a certain distance away.
"Course she wouldn't tell you. She wouldn't want to seem like the bad guy. Long story short, she came for info, injured Junior when he wouldn't give the info she asked for, then beat the hell out of us and destroyed the club." Militia explained.
Melanie looked angry at the mention of it. "The fucking cops did nothing but look away from it. They do anything to keep the huntsman academies happy."
Azura was at a loss of words. Melanie looked angrier by the second, while Militia continued to look calm.
"I don't know what to say. I mean, everyone is okay, right? She...packs a punch."
Melanie raised an eyebrow. "What's with you?"
Azura gave an awkward laugh. "I was told to always be nice to nice people. And well, you two seem nice enough, so long as I stick to the rules."
"Whatever." Melanie said.
Militia filled the silence. "We all have aura, and we all know the risks. We were fine for the most part. The club wasn't. Took weeks to repair."
"That's good. But, I don't know if I fully believe you." Azura said.
"Smart. You barely know us, who's to say that we should be trusted." Militia said, agreeing with him.
"But, apparently she had done something here. She said so herself. It's hard to disagree with that...maybe I should ask her later."
"That would be a damn good sight to see. Punch her for me, will you?" Melanie said, nudging his leg with a boot.
"Uh, no promises."
Conversation was dropped, but the silence wasn't able to start to become awkward as a man with a suit came up to the three of them. The man barely spared Azura a glance before he kept his attention on Militia.
"Boss wants the two of you on the floor. Says it's more important than keeping the 'kid' around, as he called him."
Melanie sighed heavily. "Fine. Let's get going, Militia."
"Coming, Melanie." Militia said, standing up and turning to Azura. "Stay still, pretty boy."
That left Azura all alone on the second floor as they all left. Should he just sit still and do nothing? He had his scroll, he could just mess around on it while he waited. Or he could explore the second floor. Junior had said that something was happening on the second floor. What that meant, Azura didn't know, but he had to admit to being curious.
"I mean, what could go wrong?" Azura said to himself.
"Depends on what you're asking that question for, kiddo."
Azura looked up to see who spoke to him, finding a young looking man with a cane leaning against the booth, his free hand holding on to a lit cigar. His pants and gloves were black and he was wearing a white jacket with three gold buttons holding it closed, and he had a gray bandanna wrapped around his neck. A bowler hat rested on his head and his red hair was covering his right eye, but Azura could see his left eye. It was a dull green, reminding Azura of the depths of dark ocean.
"Who are you?" Azura asked, keeping Junior's words about avoiding people up here in mind. Was this one of 'them' he wasn't supposed to see?
"Heh, I wouldn't have approached you if you knew me, kiddo. The name's Rome." The man said.
The name reminded Azura of some other name he had heard on the news before, but he couldn't recall it. He rubbed his temples, mentally cursing himself for never paying attention to what happens in Vale.
"So, what's a kid like you doing here?" Rome asked.
Azura shrugged. "It's a weird story. I was dragged along here, then had to be dragged away from here since she needed something from Junior or whoever. Scary girls kept me company, then they had to go because of Junior, and now I'm here."
Rome whistled. "Sounds like an adventure. Tell you what kid, it could have been worse. This is the safest place in the underbelly of this city."
Azura frowned. "How do you know? You look like you work here."
Rome laughed. "Trade secret, kiddo. Look, you shouldn't stick around, someone scary is coming real soon, and it'd be better to stay away, lest someone stab you in the back. Say, what's your name kiddo?"
Just as Azura went to respond, Militia came up the stairs suddenly, briefly stopping once she saw Rome.
"What are you doing, Roman?" She said, a frown on her face.
"Hey, it's Rome. And I'm giving some advice." He replied, smile on his face.
Militia didn't look pleased, ignoring him to look at Azura. "Come on, we gotta go. Your pal is ready to go."
Over the course of his conversation with the man, he had shifted to be sitting on the edge of the booth near the stairs, opposite of the orange-haired man. Now, it seemed like it was perfect for Militia, who yanked him up, before walking with a haste that had Azura staggering after her.
Once they were down the stairs, Azura felt himself dragged off to the side. They went through a door to a side hall, where Militia attempted to slam him into a wall. He stopped her from having so much force put into by planting his feet, but Militia had surprising strength. It was like she was a huntress without proper training.
"Did you say anything of importance to that man?" Militia basically hissed the question at him, her green eyes narrowing.
Azura shook his head. "No! Nothing that gave my name or any information."
Her grip on his sweatshirt tightened slightly. "Are you completely certain?"
He nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable at the position. "I promise."
She let him go, and he stayed leaning against the wall, if only to not lessen their proximity to each other. He frowned slightly as she sighed. It seemed that he was in a more tense situation that he thought.
"Make sure it stays that way with him. Have you seriously never heard of Roman Torchwick?" She asked.
The red eyeliner really made her eyes scary. "Er, am I supposed to?" He responded to her question with his own.
Militia's already sharp eyes looked sharp enough to cut anything down at the moment to Azura. He decided to never get on the bad side of this place, even if his huntsman training would be enough to do what Yang did.
"Of course that dumbass blonde wouldn't tell you of the possible danger this place has. Look, we don't have time for you to know everything. That guy you met is a criminal named Roman Torchwick, and we've been wrapped up in some dirty bullshit. You would cause complications by being here, so we're making you get out. We're making everyone leave." Militia explained, her voice rapid as she tried to explain as fast as she could.
"I can't do anything to help?" Azura asked.
His bleeding heart just wouldn't let this happen. Everyone should have a second chance, like Weiss and himself. Cardin as well!
"Are you crazy? No, you're leaving, even if I have to knock you out." Militia said, annoyance quickly filling her voice.
Azura felt a surge of stubbornness pop up. "Nothing at all?"
"I don't have time for your bleeding heart and hero act!" Militia growled.
Azura smiled. "Fine, I relent. But I am coming back to check on the place. I was raised this way."
"Whoever raised you is a dumbass. Fine, do what you want. Just leave now." Militia said.
Militia turned towards the door and opened it, barely glancing at him before walking. Clearly, she expected him to follow, which he did. He felt like he had to help them out, but was he truly prepared for that?
It wasn't like he had signed some contract with death or anything illegal yet, so he was sure it would be okay for now. Plus, they did seem genuinely nice, if Militia making sure he hadn't done anything stupid meant anything. Everyone deserves help and kindness, that was what his mother taught him. If Militia, Melanie, and junior were genuine, who was saying that Roman couldn't be nice?
Walking through a musicless nightclub was weird, and it was even weirder to not see any flashing lights. Clearly, this was important. He was right behind Militia as they met back up with Melanie and Junior.
Junior looked relieved. "Good, he's here. Nothing happened, right?"
Militia threw him a glance before responding. "Not at all. Close call, but he wasn't the hardest guy to find."
Junior looked at him. "Good, let's keep it that way. Look, blondie is outside waiting for you. She left earlier to grab her bike, since she thankfully listened to my advice for once. Leave as soon as you can."
Azura nodded, more serious. "Right. Thanks for the warning. I don't know what happened between you and Yang, but you guys are pretty nice."
As he was leaving, he heard Melanie laugh before speaking. "I can't tell if he's dumb or crazy."
Azura waved backwards as he walked away, making his way towards Yang. He made it outside, where Yang was on Bumblebee.
"Let's go." She said.
Azura didn't even answer, just hopping on Bumblebee, and letting Yang drive off. While Azura was glad to be leaving the area, he couldn't stop thinking about the things he was told while there.
Yang had apparently injured people and damaged a nightclub, she needed some kind of information from there, and some criminal wanted to scam him or something. He wasn't really sure what to think, and he wanted to ask Yang for her thoughts. She'd probably answer the last question he had, but he felt that he should avoid the other ones.
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The ride was quiet, most people starting to get off of the streets by the time they were starting to leave the city. Azura felt that he was trapped in a loop of his thoughts. He knew that Yang wasn't actually a bad person, but for her actions to have no consequences? It just felt wrong.
Once they were about halfway up the road back to Beacon, Yang pulled them up to the side of the road. Azura was confused as to what she was doing, waiting for her to speak as he leaned away from her.
"What's keeping you quiet, Azura? Those twins didn't fill your head with lies, did they?" Yang asked.
Azura shook his head. "They're not bad people, Yang. Militia actually came in to help me when some criminal came to scam me or something."
Yang looked annoyed. "I know we had to leave because of some shady business, even if they told everyone that they had to close early for business reasons. But, you didn't think of telling me that as we left?"
"There wasn't time for that, you know that. Plus, Militia made sure that everything was still okay."
Yang snorted. "You got me there, but you shouldn't trust them."
"Why should I trust you? You used me as a hostage, even if no one treated it as one. I'm not even holding it against you, but come on." Azura retorted.
"One time doesn't mean anything!"
"Say that to the club you wrecked!" Azura yelled.
Yang clenched her hands, breathing out heavily. "Look, they attacked first."
Azura frowned. "So you destroyed half of the building?"
Yang flinched slightly, looking down. "Yeah...I did do that. I do feel bad for that. I lost my temper."
Azura sighed. "Sorry for forcing it on you, I just couldn't stop thinking about it."
Yang threw a smile on her face as she looked back towards him. "No worries. Anyway, who was the criminal? That's more important here."
"Militia said it was some guy named Roman Torchwick."
"Torchwick?" Yang asked, seeming to be talking to herself. "He's a petty criminal as far as I know. He's been stealing a lot of dust recently, which is odd, but he's not some overlord of Vale. He's a famous thief, but not one with too much power."
"So, why would he talk to me?" Azura asked as he got on the bike.
"I dunno. Maybe to recruit you or something? You didn't give anything up, did you?"
"No, nothing." Azura said, shaking his head.
"Then you're safe. Nothing to worry about. It'll be best to just not think about it." Yang said, turning back around.
"Yeah, you're right."
Yang laughed. "Course I am. Now, let's get back to Beacon. We're already out later than I promised your ghost friends. They aren't going to kill you for it or anything, right?"
"Maybe a stern talking to and a refusal to let me go anywhere without them again."
"Right. Alright, get comfy again, you warm teddy bear. We have to finish this trip."
Azura rolled his eyes at the nickname, listening to her command. This was a rather eye-opening night to him, one that would probably stick with him for a while.
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Roman leaned against the wall on the second floor of junior's club as he spoke into the phone.
"No, there wasn't anyone worthwhile here."
A hard voice was heard from the other side.
"You're sure?"
"Of course. I'm a master thief, you bull. I wouldn't miss a million dollar chance if I found one."
"Watch your tone. I have the power to end you if I must."
Roman laughed cockily. "Not when Cindy needs me. You harm me, she'd kill ya."
"For now."
Roman ignored him. "Well, she's coming here soon, so I have to go. I'm sure we'll talk again soon, you horny bastard."
"You did not just make a racist pun, you insuffera-"
Roman had hung up on him, giving a short laugh as he put the scroll away.
"Honestly, they should expect me to keep secrets. They scare me, but that doesn't mean I won't do something crazy."
Roman knew that he was playing a risky game. Then again, he was already in a suicide game, so what was a little extra risk? He was supposed to have been nabbing random kids and stealing their info for blackmail, but he ended up giving some random advice. That white-haired kid reminded him of his favorite little sidekick when he first found her, lost and confused in the underbelly of this corrupt city, so he couldn't help himself.
It was also unsafe to try to blackmail a Beacon student. Or a kid with weapons on him. As a master thief, it was easy to see the weapons. He just hoped he wouldn't regret his moment of weakness.
This world might be a survival of the fittest situation, but that didn't mean he had no heart.
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So, this was a segment of the story I wanted to put in earlier in the story, but I thought it would be better to wait. The whole character shift thing will only occur at the end of a chapter, and it won't happen in every single chapter. It's mainly a way for some context to be built, as well as a way for me to shamelessly write Roman. He's one of my favorite characters in RWBY, so I wanted to put him in.
And to answer a question that entered my mind while writing it, I will only be using it for short dialogue, context for the 'villains', and to write a separate viewpoint. I hope you like the idea.
Also, a team fight will be shown next chapter. I want to say that those do occur, but I have a reason to not write them. The past few chapters have been dialogue heavy, and so will the next one, but it won't be in the context of introducing new places and characters. I felt that I should at least say it, since I was well aware of how much dialogue had been occuring.
Well, that's all I have to say. Have a nice day/evening!